No burden in this load

Too busy dreaming and a path is formed
while I crash in this clown wagon
going too fast to read stops

Age is not just a number

Dream of running toward a cliff
and stopping just
it’s too late

Jerk to wake myself up
Take my hand, honey
Sneak into my cabin car
How’s your heart today?

There’s a chance this stops at truth
for those that hold on tight

We are combining our dreams into one suitcase

Headed for the Keys

Does this track go that way?

Come here, please –
I left my glasses behind.

Help me see the signs.



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